#How does anyone stand that

[dealwithadeer]

Okay, but imagine Alastor indirectly 'apologizing' to Husk by indirectly 'correcting his threat:

It's during one of Charlies 'exercises' (between episode 5 and 6) and she asks everyone to share something about their life before they got down here. And much to the surprise of everyone, it's Alastor who starts.

He talks about how he used to have a stray cat that came by every now and again to his place. Alastor gave him food and shelter in exchange for the cat getting of all the pesky bugs and sometimes the cat would even leave him a half-dead rodents or birds on his porch. Alastor laughs at the memory. Then, the cat stayed longer and loner because he got sick. Alastor at first thought that he would find some form of entertainment in the struggle and the pain of his stray as the sickness and their age started to mix and made everything worse.

But he did not find anything amusing about it.

So he put his cat out of his misery quickly.

Angel looks worried at Husk thinking that Alastor is subtly threatening Husk. But Husk can't help but feel relived.

#this fandom is actually going to make me start drawing/learn how to draw fanart #because I can actually the scene and Alastors flashback #this is Alastor subtly telling Husk that he does not #wannt to kill and torture him #the threat still stands about Husk telling anyone or making a comment about Alastor being on a leash as well #but he is going to make it quick which is not something his victims usually get #radiohusk #kind of #Husk Hazbin Hotel #Alastor Hazbin Hotel

[meirimerens]

the pathologic Kin is largely fictionalized with a created language that takes from multiple sources to be its own, a cosmogony & spirituality that does not correlate to the faiths (mostly Tengrist & Buddhist) practiced by the peoples it takes inspirations from, has customs, mores and roles invented for the purposes of the game, and even just a style of dress that does not resemble any of these peoples', but it is fascinating looking into specifically to me the sigils and see where they come from... watch this:

P2 Layers glyphs take from the mongolian script:

while the in-game words for Blood, Bones and Nerves are mongolian directly, it is interesting to note that their glyphs do not have a phonetic affiliation to the words (ex. the "Yas" layer of Bones having for glyph the equivalent of the letter F, the "Medrel" layer of Nerves having a glyph the equivalent of the letter È,...)

the leatherworks on the Kayura models', with their uses of angles and extending lines, remind me of the Phags Pa Script (used for Tibetan, Mongolian, Chineses, Uyghur language, and others)

some of the sigils also look either in part or fully inspired by Phags Pa script letters...

some look closer to the mongolian or vagindra (buryat) script

looking at the Herb Brides & their concept art, we can see bodypainting that looks like vertical buryat or mongolian script (oh hi (crossed out: Mark) Phags Pa script):

shaped and reshaped...

#not sure how much. what's the word. bond? involvement? not experience. closeness? anyone in the team has with any of these cultures #but i recall learning lead writer is indigenous in some way & heavily self-inserts as artemy [like. That's His Face used for #the p1 burakh portrait] so i imagine There Is some knowledge; if not first-hand at least in some other way #& i'm not in the team so i don't know how much Whatever is put into Anything #[ + i've ranted about the treatment of the brides Enough. enough i have] #so i don't have any ground to stand on wrt how i would feel about how these cultures are handled to make the Kin somewhat-hodgepodge. #there is recognizing it is Obviously inspired by real-life cultures [with the words;the alphabet;i look at Kayura i know what i see] #& recognizing it Also is. obviously and greatly imagined. not that weird for you know. a story. #like there is No Turkic/Altaic/Mongolic culture that has a caste of all-women spiritual dancers who place a great importance on nudity #as a reflection of the perfect world and do nothing but dance to bring about the harvest. ykwim... #like neither the Mongols nor the Buryats nor the Tibetans dress the way the Kin does. that's cos the Kin is invented. but they're invented. #.. on wide fundations. ykwim...... #Tengrism has a Sky Deity (Tengri) with an earth-goddess *daughter* whereas the kin worship an Earth-Goddess mother of everything #+ a huge bull. Buddhism has its own complete cosmogony & beliefs which from the little I know Vastly Differ from anything the Kin believes #like. yeah. story. but also. [holds myself back from renting about the Brides again] shhh... #neigh (blabbers) #pathologic #pathologic 2

[tequiilasunriise]

When Steph and Cass get married they don’t take the last name Brown (Daddy Issues™️) or Cain (Daddy Issues Prime™️) or even Wayne (Steph absolutely REFUSES to become a Wayne nosirree), but a secret fourth thing (Gordan).

#BARBRA GORDON IS CASS’ MAMA AND TO AN EXTEND STEPH’S TOO OKAY #yes Steph still has Crystal but yall can NOT tell me she didnt lowkey look up to Babs as a secondary mom figure #the only one who is in on the jig is Kate bc shes officating the whole thing bc DUH and the way she fucken WHEEZZEEDDD when Steph explained #the way Kate would stand at the podium and anounce with such a smug grin #looking DIRECTLY at Bruce #‘I pronounce you…. MRS STEPHANIE AND MRS CASSANDRA GORDAN!’ #the sheer fucken UPROARRRR #Steph LAUNCHES herself into Cass’ arms and kisses her senselessly as her now wife effortlessly carries her in a bridal carry #babs takes a second to process before instantly losing her NIND bc oh these crazy kids did NOT no no shes not crying #(she is. she so is. her date Dinah is handing her a hankerchief) #the batbros minus dami are hollering and cheering bc YEAHHHH STICK TO THE MANNNN #dami himself is dismissive and muttering about how could anyone throw away the wayne name like this #(on the inside he actually thinks this is pretty funny and must admit Barbra’s last name is a worthy rival to the Wayne name) #Bruce. Bruce is stunned. shell shocked. this girldad just lost his fav kid his princess #Jim is just having a damn good time bro is clapping Bruce on the back and having a good laugh over it all #also does this mean he has two honorary grandkids? no? well suck it bruce theyre my grandkids now #the other gothmanites who were invited like the birds of pret or the gotham city sirens are also all clowning on Brucie Boy #dc #stephcass #cassandra cain #stephanie brown #batfam

[medicalunprofessional]

#psychonauts #crispin whytehead #fred bonaparte #<-Hes there in the last picture so Sure #nightmaretheater #eyestrain #flashing #<- ​i want to be safe #blood cw #gore cw #<- ​close enough #Woe. My crispin nonsense be upon thee #Having so much fun doing This #This is so awesome to me idc what anyone thinks this was so good #Decipher my message boy #it tells a story. It does #Oh.. And on the last one… I think its important to talk about how fred is absolutely Not Innocent #also yes he is standing very weirdly thays becsuse crispin is short and he is very very tall #also Yes. I mispelled something. In my defense it was in very small font i couldnt seeee (justblike him omg) #Im not tell tou what i mispelled haha

[bonebabbles]

Im doing some back-reading for an essay I'm writing and jesus christ, the amount of microaggressions Wind Runner experiences is just insane.

#Being a little more conscious of the colonialist messaging in DOTC really makes Wind Runner stand out #Because she's like... constantly fluctuating between two things #Competent person who it's unreasonable to be judging so harshly #And bossy foreigner who does not truly understand us or our bonds #But naturally like. The fandom cannot handle a woman if she has ever been mean to a child #Gray Wing can openly squeal at Thunder for any number of reasons and no one questions how good of a parent he is #But Windy is mean to Moth and it's the only part of her anyone talks about

[karagna]

What's your favorite oc you've drawn?

I think Chromatica is a pretty solid like 11/10 on the oc scale I've made. She's my Lancer pc and she's pretty much a morally grey Paracausal space scientist who's currently in a HORRIBLE office romance with the OTHER scientist in the team.

I'm also very fond of Greenhorn, who I basically drew near religiously for War for Rayuba for like 85% of the year and have like 160+ comic pages featuring him. That's like a small graphic novel and HAS to count for something right???

Technically he's a 2 for 1 deal but also he's a devilskin so I'm playing the system here. I should draw him again tbh!! I really do like the shithead energy he brings to the table but if I had to do the OCT again me and fox would crank that up by like 10x and make him even more of a heel.

#li speaks #asks #I miss drawing Gh it's been like #a year now??? How time does fly #I would've made Gaellius more shitty (personality wise) and Alm more stand-offish now that im looking back #Relationship wise wouldn't change a thing though #Also Pyre shoutout in the new k6b d pages lets go Pyre sweep!!!! #Also I love OC asks btw if anyone reads these tags feel free to send in some I'll answer em

[merakiui]

some thoughts about jade leech as a stalker.

(cw: yandere, nsfw, stalking, unhealthy behaviors/relationship, obsession, mentions of death/strangulation)

Jade does not love often. In fact, he has a rather small supply of love, which is reserved for his hobbies and family, so when he loves something other than those two things it can only mean trouble. When Floyd has something special and doesn’t share... Well, naturally Jade’s going to want it. He’s never been inherently greedy. Rather, he’s always let Floyd have everything: the larger half of a bluefin tuna, the shinier stone, the bigger seashells, the slice of cake with more frosting, his uniforms whenever Floyd’s were dirtied or damaged. And in return Floyd has, for the most part, shared his things with Jade. This has always been their normal. 

But this time Floyd makes no mention of sharing when it comes to you. In the past, when they were particularly interested in someone, they would share them. Or, in other words, torment that person in equal succession. Azul has been their prime target for years now, and it doesn’t look like either of them will stop their relentless pursuit in seeing how fast they can get Azul to grouse or groan or sigh. You might think they live to see Azul’s misery, but truthfully they want to accompany Azul as he carves misery into the hearts of the poor, unfortunate souls who thought it wise to do business with deep-sea beasts. Teasing him is just a bonus. 

When it comes to you, Floyd is his usual authentic self: blunt and honest to a fault, dangerously so. But that’s what makes his twin so fun. Floyd won’t sugarcoat the obvious. If he dislikes you, he’ll make it known. Jade, on the other hand, will speak syrupy sweet lies in an effort to maintain proper goodwill, even if he detests you. You’ve never really interested Jade, so he can’t say he hates you. But he can’t say he loves you either. To him, you are just a powerless human in a habitat that does not suit you. Really, even with all of the tricks and traps you pulled to beat Azul at his own game, you remained boring to him. He didn’t pay you much mind after everything had been resolved and you’d been free to return to Ramshackle. That should have been the end of his story with you. 

But then, some time later, you start to make frequent appearances at the lounge. It doesn’t take Jade long to learn that you only show up when Floyd’s on shift, and it also doesn’t take him long to theorize that you might have fallen for his brother’s unique charms. It’s sweet, in a way, how Floyd lights up when he sees you, how you smile a little more brightly when he speaks to you, how your laughter is so very buoyant when Floyd lifts you into the air and spins you happily. Jade’s content to watch from the sidelines, pleased to know that his brother has found a friend in you. That might make it easier to trick you into a contract.

He’s so set in this way of thinking, only viewing you as a pawn or a stepping stone towards some bigger end goal. But when Floyd brings you back to the dorm and you become more than a constant in Jade’s life, he starts to wonder what makes you so special. What is it about you that has his brother so enamored? What makes you irresistible? What parts of you are appealing? Jade thinks it might be how quick it is you submit when Floyd’s got you pinned into the mattress, face first, rough hands spreading your thighs apart, so he can sink into you more easily. Floyd likes that; he likes the weak things that crumble under him. He likes to push things to breaking. He likes to mark and bite and bloody and bruise and shred.

Jade likes to fix. He likes to mend, and then break, and then mend all over again. He likes the process, the psychological science behind a simple gesture, much like how he takes great pleasure in playing god over the plants in his terrariums. They say a budding serial killer starts small—with animals like rabbits or squirrels or cats. Jade starts with plants. He’ll put them in stressful environments—in soils with nutrients that don’t quite work—and he’ll watch them wilt, mottle, mold, and decay. He’ll watch them struggle to adapt, he’ll watch them yearn for water or sunlight, and only when he’s certain they’ve had enough he’ll give them proper, healthy care. It’s fun, the way he has so much control over something as dynamic as a plant. But plants cannot protest, cannot fight back, cannot act in the same way humans do. 

But it’s quite satisfying to pluck dried petals from a withered flower, almost like a morbid game of effeuiller la marguerite, and not hear a single scream.

So Jade is fully expecting Floyd to tire of you, to break you enough until boredom sinks its fangs into him and he moves on with his life. And what Floyd breaks Jade fixes, so he’s very ready to glue your heart together when Floyd shatters it. He’s ready to offer a handkerchief and his ear should you need to vent. He’s already prepared his speech: “I must apologize on behalf of Floyd. You know very well how he gets. If I can be of assistance in any way, please let me know.”

Unfortunately, you remain intact. Months pass, Floyd continues to love you, and your relationship unfolds like a lotus in early morning. Jade continues to observe. Floyd has never been one for privacy, so he’s seen every kiss, every bite, every inch of exposed skin. Hell, he’s sat at his desk and tallied Mostro Lounge’s monthly expenses while Floyd fucked you dumb on the other side of the room. He’s even made eye contact with you when you happened to gaze his way while his twin was buried balls-deep in that tight hole of yours. He wonders what goes on in that head of yours. Perhaps there’s nothing substantial within. Floyd’s scrambled your brains enough, so you could just be useless now. Though that wouldn’t be very fun, would it? He knows there’s more to you than you let on, especially when you play top and take every inch of Floyd, riding him so skillfully, and all Floyd can do is dig his fingers into your hips to guide you along to the rough, erratic pace the both of you have set. 

Jade watches fondly from the shadows. Floyd likes to have access to your neck and shoulders; he likes to take you from behind while leaning down to bite into soft flesh. But Jade thinks it would be much nicer to gaze upon your face, to kiss salt from your eyes, to pepper your jawline with tiny pecks, all while peering into eyes that house a beautiful soul. He thinks it would be nice to hold you down, have your legs wrapped around his waist or thrown up onto his shoulders, while he bottoms out. If it were Jade, he’d take you in every position, but he’d find the most pleasure in eye contact. There’s something intimate about it, much like how there’s intimacy in the hands that wrap around a throat. You have to be close to someone when you’re restricting their airflow; you have to squeeze until veins pop, until your hands are sore, until your fingernails have burrowed so deeply into skin that the crescent moons color crimson. It takes minutes to strangle someone, and every minute is spent staring into the wide, terrified eyes of a desperate soul on the verge of death.

Jade likes the way you smell, the way you speak, the way you laugh, the way you are, in every meaning of the word, so very filled with life. Even down to the way you breathe and gasp and moan and cry, you are life itself. Jade wants to bottle that for himself—pluck you from Floyd’s flower pot and place you in a terrarium with the most potent elements just to see how long you’d fare. He wants to save you from those same conditions, sandwich your face between gloved hands when he’s kneeled to your lowered height, and whisper about how it’s okay, about how you’re safe, about how he’d never truly hurt you. Jade knows that loving someone is a very special thing, but the way he loves you is not quite pleasant. The love he has for his hobbies and family is natural. Normal. Simplistic and familial. 

The love he has for you is murderous and frightening. Some days he looks at you like you’re prey he’s not yet devoured. Like you’re to be his first victim. 

Jade starts small. He takes tiny trinkets—a keychain, a pencil, an accessory. He stores these in a shoe box under his bed. When Floyd brings you over and clothes are cast aside, he swipes your undergarments for himself. He won’t wash them until he absolutely must. He’ll have the soft fabric wrapped around his dick later that same evening when Floyd’s fallen asleep and he’s up late contemplating love and lust and life and death, and he’ll cum to the thought of you. Sweet, adorable, oblivious you. 

He’s what one would call a persistence predator—a hunter who gradually wears his prey down over time. He takes from you, watches you, listens to you fret about missing things to Floyd, who promises to find the bastard who’s messing with you and squeeze them until they’re blue and purple. Jade smiles at that. Floyd wouldn’t really do that to him. Sure, they’ve hit each other when they’ve fought and roughhoused on occasion, but the punches were never truly meant. Sure, they might have been thrown playfully or angrily, but they were all temporary bouts of strength. Floyd wouldn’t truly hurt him, so to hear these determined promises and to see how you relax around him... It’s really cute. Jade wonders how much more he can take from you. 

And he wonders how much more you can take before you’re splintering. 

Really, you got lucky that Floyd picked you first. He’s far more merciful. Far more sweeter. Far more loving. At least Floyd is honest with his (at times) rough nature. At least he makes it known that he wants to bite you until you’re bleeding. But Floyd can’t stand whining. He hates it when people cry about things he can’t bother to care about, and lately you’ve been whining about this stalker you think you have for weeks now. Floyd’s told you you’re just being a scared shrimpy—that there is no stalker, that you’re probably just misplacing or losing these items, that none of them really matter because they’re replaceable. 

Jade gets lucky when Floyd finally washes his hands of you, officially fed up with your whining. And what Floyd damages Jade fixes. So when you’re in tears, distraught over the break-up and your missing items and your stalker and the fact that the door to Ramshackle was left unlocked again and that you feel like someone’s living in your shadow, Jade arrives to rescue you from your fear. You don’t even hesitate to cling to him and cry, spilling your worries in waterfalls. Perhaps it’s because he’s a familiar face. He is a reflection of Floyd, after all. 

“Oh dear,” he’ll whisper, stroking your back, allowing you to bury your face in his chest and sob. “There, there.”

You can’t see his expression, but there is a smile spreading on his lips. And his eyes are alight with cruel glee. 

“Would it make you feel better if someone accompanied you to your classes?” Your feeble nod is all he needs. “In that case, shall I spend a few days at Ramshackle with you? I’m certain whoever’s pursuing you won’t get very far if I’m around.”

And he’s right. Your stalker never takes anything again. They never leave the front door unlocked. They never trail behind you, taking shelter in your shadow. That’s because he’s your stalker, though you never managed to figure that out, and this time he doesn’t have to dwell in shadows or on the sidelines. This time he can stand before you as a friend, a soon-to-be lover, and perhaps a lifelong mate. 

Jade does not love often, but when he does it is as beautifully painful as tearing the wings from butterflies. 

#meraki mumbles #yandere twst #n/sfw #i think my favorite thing about writing yandere jade is how brutal and remorseless he can be #it's probably because he grew up in the harsh environment of the sea #which would naturally harden anyone and make them more predatory than a prey #it's probably also why he (and floyd and azul) see nothing wrong with murder #yes it's morally wrong and very much illegal #but in the ocean it's eat or be eaten and really do you think jade is going to let some other predator snap his darling up? :) #challenge: write one yan jade thought without it spiraling into a thought about his murderous rizz #challenge failed </3 he is a walking danger you cannot tell me he wouldn't think of the most horrifying things when it comes to darling #more jade thoughts!!! consider an artist (painter/sculpter/etc) jade who is absolutely obsessed with you (the nude model from his art class) #because you're the one who has finally inspired him and broken his months-long artist's block #and also because he'd like to paint you in the most vicious red #or jade who has broken into your home and is living there in secret without you knowing #sometimes he sleeps under your bed just to hear your steady breaths #he never rearranges anything in your house but he does do the dishes or clean up messes you've made #you can never remember if or when you cleaned these things but you never think much of it #jade stands at your bedside when you sleep at night and he watches you #you'll happen to wake and you'll spot him but by the time you've scrambled to wake up and turn the lights on he'll already be gone #so you're left to wonder if he was ever there in the first place or if you were still dreaming #he is the terror that you will never see until it's too late

[moreclaypigeons]

No like seriously ARE we ready to talk about the misogyny in fandom spaces

#or more so like. the disparity. of depictions of men vs of women. i #and like. dear god. it's dire out here sometimes #um. anyway i dont say this to like invalidate anyone and i worry that by even saying this it feels terfy? #but its like no u can talk about misogyny while including trans people especially bc of the overlap. heterocissexism. is ghat a word #like . ugh i just. its never like an individual thing i have beef with u know #like if someone tends to prefer male characters or writing men loving men im never gonna shit on em yk #it just . bothers me how large of a trend it is #especially in comparison to f/f... #like jave u see the differences on ao4 #ao3* #or the differences in how people talk about men vs women here #obviously theres room outside that binary and i fucking hate it as it stands anyway but it does stand and we should talk about it. #like i dont think this is just a cis issue at all. we should also talk about how we talk about nonbinary or gender non conforming characters #but its also like can we be normal about women too. and not prioritize men always . um #hey guys . rambling in the tags is all to say. this post explicitly includes trans people. i will not tolerate any #transphobic rhetoric on any responses to it. you will be blocked. #sierra speaks #misogyny in fandom

[carefulfears]

thinking about how expectant of her own death scully always was, but how completely struck by shock she was in mulder’s, despite how clear it had always been that he would one day die for the cause. tragedy in the x-files as something you should have been prepared for, but never could be, in scully standing at a funeral, as her mother had stood at her father’s, and barely being able to speak. she should be able to do this? bred to be a war widow, attached to an endless line. but no matter how many times she saw him put that gun to himself, or run off in front of another, she really did believe that he would always come back. she really did believe that there would never be a day where he didn’t just appear in the doorway again.

#‘oh my god you’re so naive / you’ll leave this world in a drunken heap / who’ll make the arrangements baby / them or me?’ #oh father john misty we’re really in it now #that song (‘please don’t die’) has been discussed RE: msr before but it’s that ‘who’ll make the arrangements?’ line that sticks with me #in the song it’s from his wife’s point of view in his addiction/suicidality. how he’s always running off with ‘reptilian strangers.’ #but it always makes me think of scully standing at that funeral and saying….he was the last one. #his sister is GONE. his mother is gone. his father is gone. #and that realization of…she had to plan that funeral. the flowers and the people and the priest and the grave. #she’s pregnant and she’s alone and he ran off after someone else or some answers as he always does. but who will make the arrangements? #in that moment at the funeral when skinner says….but he’s NOT the last one….. #she has to keep going because he’s left her this baby she’s carrying. and she is so ill-equipped and she carries so much perceived shame. #her mother did it. her mother WOULDVE done it- had ahab not come home one day. the women on the base she grew up on did it. #and anyone in the world could’ve told you that she would have to do it one day- no matter how many years she spends chasing after him #as he jumps onto moving trains or pulls the trigger on his own head or runs to the arctic #but she never actually thought she would. and now she’s realizing that she can’t. #and she’s planning a funeral and decorating a nursery at the same time and she is ‘just not capable’ #txf.txt

[bonefall]

So this isn’t really about the cats but

Whenever I see a cool and super organized blog like yours I automatically think oh they must be super popular

So then I get severe whiplash when you say that you have like 300? 400 followers I think?

It’s like dang ,,, manifesting a couple thousand followerers yr way

No no, I have 500 asks. Last I checked this blog was at like 1,800 followers.

But like honestly? Follower amount is not what really matters on a Tumblr blog, it's all about the audience. People who interact regularly, with RBs, asks, art, comments in the tags, are worth more than a hundred followers. It's what's really cool and unique about this site compared to others

Follower amounts aren't publicly visible so I'm not sure if I'm a big WC blog in the grand scheme of things (funny enough I actually don't follow a ton of WC bloggers and keep a pretty clean dash) but I did see someone talking about my tools in a discord server, like "omg look at how cool this is!" And I was smiling down on that like Sky Ghost Mufasa lmao.

#Btw does anyone need the Layout Unfucker? #There's a tampermonkey script that turns everything back to normal #I would have severely reduced how much I'm posting if it wasn't for that #Can't stand the Xitter layout #Bone babble

[annyankers]

I’m once again irrationally mad about how people complain about the magic metaphors in buffy work (the whole dark magic=addiction, wicca = gay shit thing).

Like I cannot express how frustrating it is to see people bitching about how things like Dark Willow “don’t make sense” because “magic/Wicca was a originally metaphor for queerness“ or whatever as tho the first two major episodes in the series where magic was used (1x3 “Witch” and 2x8 “Dark Ages” ) weren’t all about the dark/inappropriate/destructive/abusive use of magic.

People loooooooveeeeee Giles’ past as Ripper and delight over things like “Band Candy” where we see him go Full Ripper but cannot for the life of them seem to remember that we first even LEARNED ABOUT THAT PART OF HIM IN DARK AGES WHERE HE TALKED ABOUT BASICALLY MAGICALLY PARTYING SO HARD HIS FRIEND DIED. THIS IS OUR FIRST MAJOR CHARACTER EPISODE THAT’S GOT MAGIC AS A MAIN FOCAL ELEMENT! THIS IS THE ORIGINAL METAPHOR!

The queerness is still kinda baked in there because of the Ethan Of It All but it’s first and foremost a metaphor about like, all the shit that classically leads to substance abuse and the worst outcomes that can come from it. Willow and Tara are an example of the “good” side of magic ( I’ll say Jenny is also in this section but they do so fucking little w/ her technopagan-ness so). They’re also pretty explicitly said to be “Wiccans” which I also have some issues with because of how Wicca is portrayed/talked about in the show (the Silver RavenWolf energy of it all is so galling). But like, that’s literally a whole fucking different subsection/practice of witchcraft/magic. This is like getting mad at water polo for muddling the metaphor of jet skiing. Like yes, they both are water sports but I think you’ll that they’re not the same fucking one and work completely differently.

Magic is not just 1 set of spells and rituals, it’s a multifaceted, multilayered, multi-pathed thing. With Giles we see how it can go Very Wrong and with Willow and Tara in S4-5 we see how it can go Very Right (and how it can be used to help get the Gay in the show around the Fox Censors). Willow increasingly having issues with magic/substance abuse is NOT a mixed metaphor/bad writing/ruining the gay metaphor and implying gays are bad. It’s USING THE OTHER ALREADY ESTABLISHED MAGIC METAPHOR AS PART OF HER CHARACTER ARC. WILLOW CAN BE QUEER AND ALSO HAVE A SUBSTANCE ABUSE ISSUE! GILES ARGUABLY DID IT FIRST ANYWAY (again, the Ethan Of It All)!

Willow has ALWAYS been insecure, a lil bit of a control freak, someone who wants to be HER REAL SELF and also someone TOTALLY DIFFERENT. Like she wants to be Willow but only if it’s a Willow who’s better/cooler/stronger/prettier etc. Someone who’s not the “pathetic loser” she still sees herself as even in season 6 and hasn’t totally shaken in season 7. These desires both to feel more In Control/Better and Not Yourself are classic reasons people will turn to substance abuse. For Willow is it MUCH easier to do a wizard spell to “fix” a problem than it is to like, fucking confront her issues of self-loathing and self-worth and like.... go to therapy. And that’s what gets her in trouble just like it has for so many others before her. Like in many ways Dark/Addict Willow is like seeing Giles’ Ripper Era live and on screen plus maybe a lil bit on steroids.

Magic can be used as part of more than 1 metaphor and the substance abuse metaphor came first. Stop pretending like it never existed in the show until season 6.

#train.txt #meta #btvs #I'M ON MY BULLSHIT AGAIN #but i just REALLY HATE THIS ARGUMENT #how effectively the metaphors were used/how well done this arc for willow was done/how it reflects on queerness etc is another thing #but i cannot stand when people act like the substance abuse metaphor came out of NOWHERE in s6 #and somehow just there to Ruin The Gay or Makes No Sense or Was Never A Thing Before #and how people will willingly conflate all magic into One Kind when even the show itself talks about at MINIMUM 2 major kinds #and there's been like various different schools/traditions mentioned #and it's VERY CLEAR IN THE SHOW that dark magic is used as a metaphor for Bad Things and white magic for Good Things #like if you're gonna be a motherfucker about the Gay Metaphor I'm gonna have to join the war on the side of the addiction metaphor #because it LITERALLY CAME FIRST IN THE SHOW!!!!!!! AND JUST BECAUSE YOU FORGOT THIS DOES NOT MEAN I DID!!!! #IT'S NOT OOC OR AN ASS PULL IT'S LITERALLY BEEN THERE FOR YEARS!!!! AND IF ANYONE WAS GONNA HAVE A 'DRUG' ISSUE IT WAS GONNA BE WILLOW LBR

[writetobuildtheworld]

did you know... that if you don’t kudos/comment on fics... authors don’t know you read and enjoyed them...

#in a fandom i was in i had someone dm me and say 'omg why'd you stop writing x? i loved it!' #the fic in question had like. 3 kudos? and their ao3 handle wasn't one of them #bestie!! how was i supposed to know anyone was reading it!! #i apologize for the salt on this fine tuesday morning but good lord #im not a mind reader #yes i write for myself but yes engagement helps me stay motivated too #my post #sidenote: this might have been an ffn fic actually. so not kudos but favorites or whatever #but my point stands!! #my memory may be bad but that does not negate my correctness lmao #an author Cannot Know anyone has read and enjoyed their fics unless they are TOLD #addendum that dms on tumblr/ffn/platform of choice are also a fine way to tell authors you like their fic #it was more that they'd never interacted with my stuff before and only engaged to ask why something was discontinued

[screambirdscreaming]

At the bus stop one time there was a gaggle of preschoolers waiting to catch the bus for a field trip day, and someone walked past with a couple of friendly little dogs, to great general delight.

But after a little bit, the dogs were getting overwhelmed, and the preschoolers were gently coaxed to back off so the person with the dogs could continue on. Specifically, one of the preschool teachers said, "Sometimes, when you're small, being surrounded by big people can be a bit scary and overwhelming. Even if they are friendly."

This was recieved as great wisdom: after all, the preschoolers were also small, and understood how scary and overwhelming big people could be! And the dogs were indeed even smaller than the preschoolers, so it made sense.

What was funny and charming was that, upon absorbing and reflecting on this wisdom, they all felt the need to tell it to one another. In tones of great insight, they turned to one another and said, "Did you know? Sometimes when you are small, being surrounded by big people can be scary and overwhelming! Even if they are friendly!" Back and forth, without any particular concern that they were all saying the same thing. Have reached comprehension of an insight, it must be shared!

I must say that this behavior is less charming in tumblr users than in preschoolers. Not least because tumblr users, having gained a little analytical skill to misuse, insist on Summarizing and Generalizing and Unifying the insights they repeat, quickly turning any interesting new information into formulaic dogmatic mush.

#i made the mistake of looking in the notes of the beach sand post i reblogged to see if anyone else had interesting comments #And the rate at which it went from like #1) person states with moderate confidence an opinion based on their personal observations #2) multiple people reply with “wow thats so insightful!” (aka it aligns with my preconceived notions of how things work) #3) someone else adds additional personal observations which are not really relevant but which can be absorbed into the narrative #4) people start outright stating the underlying belief on which this bias is constructed as if it were a fresh insight #5) general derisive attitude towards people who haven't seen the Obviously Correct solution to this complex real world problem yet #It's very....... #It's not like it's a high stakes post but it's such a microcosm of the whole dogmatic phenomenon #Also this js a more specific gripe to My Field or w/e #But the degree to which people react to the problems caused by the whole “Control of Nature” era of engineering #with this equally reductive “Nature will Fix Everything” type of attitude #Is sooooo frustrating. #Yes a great many of our current problems could have been avoided if we had not made massive changes to ecosystem processes on the assumptio #That they were simple and we understood them. And that they would respond in predictable ways. #the simplicity in retrospect of “wow we Should Not have done that” does not mean that they are simple to undo! #You can't go back in time. You can't turn back the clock on chaotic processes #Which is. Almost every process ever. #Restoration is hard! Returning to previous regimes of sediment or flooding or fire is tricky and full of foibles! #Moving towards a future which doesn't suck as much even if the past cant be recreated is also uncertain and difficult! #It's frustrating to see people act all high and mighty about how they Respect Nature unlike whoever is making all these decisions #When their understanding of the natural processes in question is AS simplistic as the people who caused the whole mess back in 1910 or w/e #Like I'm not saying there's not bad interests standing in the way of functional restoration on all levels #That's very much a fight to be fought. #But looking at that fight-in-process and saying “wow none of you Respect Nature like me uwu let nature fix it” #Is. #Ugh.

[emilythezeldafan]

Small Rant

really pisses me off when people reduce Charles Xavier to "Oh, that guy in the wheelchair with Psychic Powers who died in The Last Stand and then again in Logan."

Shut up before I send you to join the Mute-ants (credit to my mom for the pun)

#Charles Xavier #Professor X #X Men: First Class #X Men: Days Of Future Past #X Men: Apocalypse #X Men #X2: United #X Men: The Last Stand #X Men: Dark Phoenix #Does anyone really know the order of these films? #Logan #I love Charles if you talk smack about him in my presence it's on SIGHT #I won't even go on a rant on how absolutely excruciating his powers would be #I'll save that for another post #Shut Up Mel #Sincerely Mel #Mel Rants #Mel Posts #The X Men Timeline Is Fucked Up

[citree]

I saw the new fallout show!!!!!! Had a great time watching it. Burst out laughing way too many times. Everyone losing their minds over timeline consistency and swearing off the show are missing out. Twas a fun romp and a good time 👍 I actually ended up loving several brotherhood of steel characters which was a total surprise to me. Probably had something to do with how wet and pathetic they were

Also Maximus & Lucy are such dorks ❤️ I didn’t even know there was a whole third character besides the dog. why is the entire tag just her and Cooper

#🫤 well. actually I do know why #listen I like Cooper #hes cool! #smooth skin for a ghoul and an asshole which is fun #fallout tv show spoilers #spoilers #I like how he’s still an asshole at the end too like this guy is not better #but I also ADORE how Lucy still has her principals in the end despite all that’s happened #she’s still good!! the wasteland hasn’t broken her (yet) #love that for her. terrified what’s gunna happen in s2 #I also thought it was so funny how Maximus only fails up #like. every promotion he gets it’s because people just collapse around him #terminally the guy thats completely unqualified to do Anything yet somehow the last man standing #i love how he really just wanted to eat caviar and wear slippers too #absolutely so willing to say fuck the brotherhood the moment he was given any other option #the show does a good job at showing how few options anyone has for safety #I liked it a lot #txt

[fractiflos]

Yoichi would definitely have the other users do a group costume for Halloween.

There's only so many group costumes for 9 people though, so they did a Wizard of Oz theme:

Yoichi is Glinda the Good Witch. He enjoys bopping people with the wand.

Second said he didn't care, so Yoichi made him dress up as the Wicked Witch of the West. Look who cares now. Too late. He refused to put on the makeup, but the others tried anyway, so he just has random streaks of green paint on his face.

Third saw what happened to Second and chose to be the Wizard of Oz, since it didn't look to bad. It is also a multi-layered joke that not even he fully gets.

Hikage is the Cowardly Lion. Banjo forced the costume on him, but it was actually really comfortable and he uses it to sleep.

Banjo is the Tin Man. No reason for it, he just thought the costume looked cool.

En was voted to be Toto since he's the shortest. He then went feral and bit Banjo for laughing, further convincing everyone they made the right choice.

Nana is a flying monkey. Everyone was surprised she picked it and was prepared to laugh at her, but she pulled it off really well. She also kept grabbing people and floating them up, then dropping them (not high enough to hurt).

Toshinori is the scarecrow. I think we all know why. Don't worry, he had a lot of fun, and as a bonus, no one recognized him. No one was scared of his face either since they assumed it was part of the costume, so he enjoyed being able to make children smile instead of flinch away in fear.

And finally, Izuku is Dorothy. Yoichi had him do it because he's clearly MC material. "Just ignore him," says Second. That, and he already has the red shoes.

#mha #yoichi shigaraki #He also kept throwing glitter much to everyone else's annoyance #second one for all holder #He grumbled about the costume suiting AFO better so Yoichi had to shut him up with kisses #third one for all holder #He took the time to comb his hair back so Yoichi knows he's taking this seriously #Yoichi thinks it's because he's being nice but really he just doesn't want Yoichi to complain about him not taking the holiday seriously #He isn't but he doesn't want to hear the complaining #hikage shinomori #as long he's in that lion onesie he can sleep anytime anywhere #Standing up | in the middle of a conversation | at dinner | you name it he can fall asleep #daigoro banjo #How does the Tin Man both suit him and not suit him? #en mha #sixth one for all holder #En also find his costume comfy but pretends to hate it for the sake of his single shred of dignity #nana shimura #Anyone who makes fun of her gets dropped from above a cloud #She catches them before they hit the ground because she's still a hero #She just wants to make people fear and respect her. As they should. #yagi toshinori #He loves seeing the smile on kid's faces when he gives them candy #midoriya izuku #He has his notebook in the basket and takes notes on each house to plan next year's route #which has the best candy | the worst candy | impressive decorations | barely any decorations etc. #Jane's Headcanon's